blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"Is it?" Finn wonders, his wry smile directed to the window, to his research. "The Eye addresses his own needs as directly and thoroughly as any of his work, I imagine. It would be remiss of him to allow anything to get in the way of a clear head." It's conjecture, but the Spyglass has spent enough time around Cian - and viewing him through his glasses - to tie together parts and parcels of his nature. He's probably being far too forthcoming with the information right now, granted, but his rest in StormBreak seems to have loosened his tongue somewhat.
The idea of help is an utterly foreign concept to Finn, and the way he glances over his shoulder to Sera with such surprise is a giveaway to that fact. Still, his stormy eyes brighten a touch, and he nods and offers her out the book. "As long as I am not keeping you from anything," he says. "Would you read the names and dates from the pages, please?"
The idea of help is an utterly foreign concept to Finn, and the way he glances over his shoulder to Sera with such surprise is a giveaway to that fact. Still, his stormy eyes brighten a touch, and he nods and offers her out the book. "As long as I am not keeping you from anything," he says. "Would you read the names and dates from the pages, please?"
FINN
